George was doing his best to be as quiet as possible when he heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, then he heard something else ...breathing, then movement somewhere near him. The noise was maybe six to ten feet away to his left. He twisted himself between two large trash dumpster pushing himself tighter against the wall and waited. He was afraid to breathe hoping they would not spot him. Somewhere between him and the dumpster, a shadow moved the sound only a few inches away, his blood begun to rush through him. Scared shitless, George, pushed himself back against the wall into the shadows as close to the wall as he could. An involuntary cry almost inhuman sound came from him. Tressa stomped across the floor like a raging bull, her anger projected at who ever was calling her, following her and threatening her very existence. Could her reoccurring dream have anything to do with this freak who is tormenting her? All she knows is that the first time she encounters him. She intends to put a bullet in his brain.